Monday, February 18, 2008

Well, the mouse hunt was a bust, dang it!!!! I stared until my tiny eyes felt like marbles. Shade thinks they went through the wall behind the heater and out. That wall is 3 feet thick with logs and cement so I doubt it. Maybe I maimed it in the preceeding chase and it is in there...dead. I am sure the PM will find out soon enough, her and her blasted super sniffer. That happened once before and the mouse crawled into one of the wee one's play kitchen, before it kicked the bucket. Yeah, not too pretty...a week later.

Well I want to introduce you to some beasts that arrived over the weekend. I am not quite sure what they do, but most of them don't look too friendly. Maybe they have sent in some recruits to aid me in the mouse hunt. They are a pretty quiet bunch though.

I stand my ground...not making eye contact...ignoring. That seems to works for Cesar Milan and those woofies. I am the pack leader, right? Is that how it goes with us felines? I don't know. I boss Shade around, doesn't that count for something?

It seems they are now ignoring ME.

Can I help you fellas with anything? You lost? Need to use the phone? Directions to the coffee shop? No?

Oh I'z sorry you didn't get your mousie... Those other beasties look familiar though, I'z purrty sure thre are some of those lurking in d'boy's room here! I shall now have to go and put the bitey on them to make sure they know how's boss! ;)

Gee Golden, too bad you did not get him :( Our place is old and basically a winterized cottage. I hear mice running around sometimes. Mom saw one once. I never caught one though. Good luck if you see anymore ;)Maybe your quiet friends can help,heeheePurrs Mickey

Welcome!

We are two fine felines, living together yet worlds apart on the cat spectrum. Each saved from life in a shelter to be brought into a cozy house in the woods. I am Goldie, the young mancat, brave, fluffy and apricot. I am Banshee, young calico, formally feral, arrived in November. We live with four of them, The Music Man, The Peacemaker and the wee ones. These are our stories.